“We can’t. We don’t know each other. I know what you think I am Dragon, but, seriously, I’m not. I don’t do things like we did. So, we can’t do it again.”
“What are you?” He asked quietly sounding tired.
“A woman who casually has sex, a good time girl!”
“Jesus, a good time girl?” He shakes his head, “Mama you might be the strangest woman I have ever met.”
“Probably,” I mumble.
“You’ve had sex before.” Dragon says, as his hand moves up to my face to push some of my bangs away from my eyes.
His touch feels nice. I like the way his callused fingers tickle the skin under my eye. Was it my imagination or did he seem disappointed I’ve had sex before?
“Of course, but I knew them really well. I’d even dated them for awhile. I know nothing about you. We’ve yet to go out on a first date!”
Dragon’s fingers had been caressing my neck, but by the time I had stopped talking, his fingers had stopped moving. Damn it.
“I don’t date Nicole.”
“You don’t what?” I ask dumbfounded.
“I don’t date.”
“Dragon, everyone dates.”
“I don’t.”
I don’t really know how to respond. It seems unreal, but I can tell he is completely serious.
“Like ever?”
“That’s what I said, Mama.”
“How can you tell if you like a girl if you don’t even know her?” I ask and something about this conversation hurts me.
“I fuck her.”
Oh. My. God!
“You... I don’t even know what to say to that.”
Dragon seems to get agitated. His face went from being somewhat soft (I’m not sure it could ever go completely soft, he was too harsh.) to being tight and there is a vein popping along the side of his neck.
“Nothing to say, Mama it’s just the truth.”
“That’s unreal.”
“I’m not shiny and new Nicole. I’ve fucking been around the block. I’ve got scratches and dents and a lot of fucking miles. I’m a classic and not just anyone can handle me. I’m not about to make apologies for that shit. I am what I am.”
“A classic?”
“Only ride worth a damn is one that’s been around awhile and knows the curves in the road.”
“Been around awhile? I can see that. That must be why there’s so much rust. God I can’t believe you. You’re such an ass.”
“Whatever woman, I’m tired. Let’s get in bed.”
“Um, this is my house.” I said.
Dragon stands up and without even asking, yanks my afghan away.
“Hey stop that! I’m cold!” I complain reaching for it, but he threw it on the chair across from us before I could.
“That’s why we’re going to bed, so I can warm you up.”
“Dragon you can’t sleep here.”
“Nicole, I can.” He counters and bends down and picks me up like I weighed nothing. It was a strange feeling and if I hadn’t been panicking over Dragon informing me we would be sleeping together tonight. I might have enjoyed it.
“We shouldn’t. We should get to know each other better first.”
“I was planning on just sleeping tonight Mama, but I told you how I get to know women. If that’s what you want, I can change my plans. It’ll have to be quick though, because I’m beat girl.”
“Uh… we could just sleep.”
It was then I knew I was in trouble—like really big trouble. Because it was then I saw a complete miracle. Dragon smiled. Holy hell! He was a walking wet dream before, but a smile? A real one, the kind that lit up those dark eyes of his and caused angels to weep. Christ.
Dragon carried me upstairs and I directed him to my room. Once there, he slowly let me slide down his body until I stood in front of him. He moves his hand around to undo my hair, letting it fall free.
“What the hell do you call this?” He asks looking at the holder I had put in my hair earlier that day.
“A scrunchie.”
“A what?”
I didn’t know how to explain further, so I just remained quiet. Dragon flung the article in question on my night stand. I wanted him, but I needed to hold myself back. I had never in my life reacted to someone the way I did to Dragon. I don’t think it’s entirely healthy. I need to take a few steps back. That was easier said than done though, because the man of my fantasies was currently undressing.
First the shirt went up and over his head and I found myself staring at his broad chest. It took all I had not to reach up and start licking him like a postage stamp. When his hands went to the snap on his jeans I reach out and stop him.